Home We Built From Shadow Of Hope
© Surazeus
2018 10 07
White undulant window returns forward
last choice of crashing death after sunset
completes bay waving through flicker for truth
even though sky was blank slate of first laugh.
Virtue stays silent in void of blank mouth
to feel unknown sun of experiments
that carries joy of this struggle to speak
unchosen thought of infinite respect.
Rough texture of leather cut to contain
cactus spines sprouting from blood-rusted chest
since chrysanthemum blooms from sutured eye
broken white on purpose of my winged self.
Silence of sanity requests secret rule
fragrant with deconstructed albatross
familiar as smoke through enlightenment
fluent in nothing to hide silver words.
Ripened plums on cracked plate of secret truth
to steal words you lost on disastrous page
inscrutable skin of brackets to walk
seawall of resurrection with my rain.
Nothing Earth about my choice to kiss moon
pondered by mother of god who retains
gushing blood of generations reserved
to cast savior seeds reborn in my brain.
Ruche of shadow escaped from my wind ghost
explains area of this triangle linked
spinning atoms to serve mountain cave faith
gentrified with obeisance to dead gods.
Meteor shower shimmers shame plonked to thrill
harrowing journey through maze of dead trees
and collect seeds of lost dreams on stone steps
as we ascend to temple of fake truth.
Gravel path gleams stirred by rain of mute words
leading to bend of strange infinite choice
where trail of clues leads to museum truth
splitting light from shadow of jealous eyes.
Strange concepts sprout from pungent brains of hope
rooted in satin difference between glamor
and nothing we are in bright hollow shell
of dust on water to shape mode of things.
Gaze in quartz fractured with our memories
milked by sunlight blasting last song of wind
swept far beyond boundaries of paradise
charmed by crowd of friends who always return.
Alone in this cold place of consequence,
I multiply myself through masks of you
pretty as peaches we share with pale hands
drenched in spray from spiraling ocean waves.
So I kneel in moist soil and thrust my hands
deep in heart of our undulating world
to feel structure of atoms congealed thick
from sunrays flashing in each drop of rain.
We dance together in vast maze of time
to thread our hearts in tapestry of love
woven from moonlight on pool of Narcissus
when Echo steps from shadow of desire.
Eyeless in flashing darkness of desire,
we hold each other close as blazing suns
who mold planets with life from dreams of truth
reflecting our souls in faces of people
Sipping lemonade, we sit on back porch
of this home we built from shadow of hope
and listen to wind whisper secret tales
about people who will spring from our hearts.
© Surazeus
2018 10 07
White undulant window returns forward
last choice of crashing death after sunset
completes bay waving through flicker for truth
even though sky was blank slate of first laugh.
Virtue stays silent in void of blank mouth
to feel unknown sun of experiments
that carries joy of this struggle to speak
unchosen thought of infinite respect.
Rough texture of leather cut to contain
cactus spines sprouting from blood-rusted chest
since chrysanthemum blooms from sutured eye
broken white on purpose of my winged self.
Silence of sanity requests secret rule
fragrant with deconstructed albatross
familiar as smoke through enlightenment
fluent in nothing to hide silver words.
Ripened plums on cracked plate of secret truth
to steal words you lost on disastrous page
inscrutable skin of brackets to walk
seawall of resurrection with my rain.
Nothing Earth about my choice to kiss moon
pondered by mother of god who retains
gushing blood of generations reserved
to cast savior seeds reborn in my brain.
Ruche of shadow escaped from my wind ghost
explains area of this triangle linked
spinning atoms to serve mountain cave faith
gentrified with obeisance to dead gods.
Meteor shower shimmers shame plonked to thrill
harrowing journey through maze of dead trees
and collect seeds of lost dreams on stone steps
as we ascend to temple of fake truth.
Gravel path gleams stirred by rain of mute words
leading to bend of strange infinite choice
where trail of clues leads to museum truth
splitting light from shadow of jealous eyes.
Strange concepts sprout from pungent brains of hope
rooted in satin difference between glamor
and nothing we are in bright hollow shell
of dust on water to shape mode of things.
Gaze in quartz fractured with our memories
milked by sunlight blasting last song of wind
swept far beyond boundaries of paradise
charmed by crowd of friends who always return.
Alone in this cold place of consequence,
I multiply myself through masks of you
pretty as peaches we share with pale hands
drenched in spray from spiraling ocean waves.
So I kneel in moist soil and thrust my hands
deep in heart of our undulating world
to feel structure of atoms congealed thick
from sunrays flashing in each drop of rain.
We dance together in vast maze of time
to thread our hearts in tapestry of love
woven from moonlight on pool of Narcissus
when Echo steps from shadow of desire.
Eyeless in flashing darkness of desire,
we hold each other close as blazing suns
who mold planets with life from dreams of truth
reflecting our souls in faces of people
Sipping lemonade, we sit on back porch
of this home we built from shadow of hope
and listen to wind whisper secret tales
about people who will spring from our hearts.
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